^ No, not really. Someone with taste would 8/10 GTO; someone such as myself, for example.
Also, Yuvie, for the love of Jesus, USE ******* SECONDSPIN!
FSFEBTW Code + $20 in basket +
http://www.secondspin.com/search.jsp?pa ... &image.y=0
GTO is OOP and near impossible to get new.
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Giant Robo
It is not likely that I shall say anything new here. If I do, it will be of only minor significance. Nevertheless, Giant Robo started as merely a lecherous, anal-retentive survivalist but quickly devolved into a jaded crumbum. First things first: Giant Robo says that its notions are our final line of defense against tyrrany. Hey, Giant Robo, how about telling us the truth for once? In spite of all Giant Robo has done, I must admit I really like the anime. No, just kidding. The truth is that I wish I didn't have to be the one to break the news that Giant Robo's vainglorious sermons are like an onion that reveals layer after layer of chauvinism. Nevertheless, I cannot afford to pass by anything that may help me make my point. So let me just state that I, not being one of the many ethically bankrupt loan sharks of this world, would like to comment on Giant Robo's attempt to associate snobbism with factionalism. There is no association.
On a lighter note, from the perspective of those inside Giant Robo's club, without Giant Robo's superior guidance, we will go nowhere. The reality, however, is that it is not only immoral but amoral. Are Giant Robo's communications good for the country? The nation's suicide statistics, drug statistics, crime statistics, divorce statistics, and mental illness statistics give us part of the answer. These statistics should make it clear that some caustic cheapskates actually allege that society is supposed to be lenient towards pernicious lugs. This is the kind of muddled thinking that it is encouraging with its machinations. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as deluded vandals.
As one commentator put it, the central paradox of Giant Robo's epigrams, the twist that makes Giant Robo's magic-bullet explanations so irresistible to the worst sorts of demented, biggety self-proclaimed arbiters of taste and standards I've ever seen, is that these people truly believe that censorship could benefit us. We were put on this planet to be active, to struggle, and to tamp down any doubts that Giant Robo's press releases have reached a depth of degeneracy that was virtually unknown in the past. We were not put here to recover the dead past by annihilating the living present, as Giant Robo might contend. Giant Robo promises that if we give it and its companions additional powers, it'll guard us from pesky baleful-types. My question, however is, Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?—Who will guard the guards? So, has anyone ever seen Giant Robo working instead of plundering, stealing, and living off the sweat of others? I guess it just boils down to the question: What happened to Giant Robo's common sense? I once asked Giant Robo that question—I am still waiting for an answer. In the meantime, let me point out that while Giant Robo has been beating the drums of irrationalism, I've been trying to reverse the devolutionary course that Giant Robo has set for us. In doing so, I've learned that we can't stop it overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to unite rich and poor, young and old.
Giant Robo swears that unfounded attacks on character, loads of hyperbole, and fallacious information are the best way to make a point. Clearly, it's living in a world of make-believe, with flowers and bells and leprechauns and magic frogs with funny little hats. Back in the real world, Giant Robo claims that there's no difference between normal people like you and me and what I call brutal prima donnas. Predictably, it cites no hard data for that claim. This is because no such data exist. At first blush, it appears that it's incredible to me that anybody could be so oppressive. However, I correctly predicted that Giant Robo would overthrow democratic political systems. Alas, I didn't think it'd do that so effectively—or so soon.
While I claim that Giant Robo has every right to its devious opinions, it actually believes that things have never been better. True, Giant Robo has a right to its opinion. In its mind, it also apparently has a right to be a pompous, headstrong quidnunc as evidenced by its endless attempts to abridge our basic civil liberties. In the past, anime like Giant Robo would have been tarred and feathered and ridden out of town on a rail for trying to doctor evidence and classification systems and make self-aggrandizing generalizations to support heinous, preconceived views. One might think that Giant Robo is being a lackluster sybarite just for the sake of being a lackluster sybarite, and this is, not surprisingly, the case. Giant Robo might perpetuate myths that glorify paternalism some day. What are we to do then? Place blinders over our eyes and hope we don't see the horrible outcome?
Faith is harder to shake than knowledge, love succumbs less to change than respect, hate is more enduring than aversion, and drossy doomsday prophets commonly succumb to Giant Robos distortions, deceptions, and delusions. I do not. Rather, I take pride in arguing about Giant Robo's hatchet jobs.
Giant Robo has a glib proficiency with words and very sensitive nostrils. It can smell money in your pocket from a block away. Once that delicious aroma reaches Giant Robo's nostrils, it'll start talking about the joy of vandalism and how women are crazed Pavlovian sex-dogs who will salivate at any object even remotely phallic in shape. As you listen to Giant Robo's sing-song, chances are you won't even notice its hand as it goes into your pocket. Only later, after you realize you've been robbed, will you truly understand that it constantly insists that it has the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious literature. But it contradicts itself when it says that those who disagree with it should be cast into the outer darkness, should be shunned, should starve.
It will be objected, to be sure, that Giant Robo doesn't honestly want to stonewall on issues in which taxpayers see a vital public interest. At first glance this may seem to be true but when you think about it further you'll decidedly conclude that it doesn't care about freedom as it can neither sell it nor put it in the bank. It's just a word to it.
Giant Robo possesses no significant intellectual skills whatsoever and has no interest in erudition. Heck, it can't even spell or define "erudition", much less achieve it. Giant Robo's winged monkeys say, "At birth every living being is assigned a celestial serial number or frequency power spectrum." Yes, I'm afraid they really do talk like that. It's the only way for them to conceal that when people see inerudite clods behaving like inerudite clods they begin to realize that Giant Robo's actions are based on a denial of reality, on the substitution of a deliberately falsified picture of the world in place of reality. And this dishonesty, this refusal to admit the truth, will have some very serious consequences for all of us sooner or later. I, not being one of the many exploitative spoiled brats of this world, suspect that the best way to overcome misunderstanding, prejudice, and hate is by means of reason, common sense, clear thinking, and goodwill. Bleach, in contrast, believes that it is a protective bulwark against the advancing tyranny of postmodernist scaramouches. The conclusion to draw from this conflict of views should be obvious: Giant Robo's acolytes have been running around recently trying to encourage every sort of indiscipline and degeneracy in the name of freedom. Meanwhile, Giant Robo has been preparing to rip apart causes that others feel strongly about. The whole episode smacks of a carefully orchestrated operation. If you ask me, those of us who are still sane, those of us who still have a firm grip on reality, those of us who still maintain that Giant Robo's ideals turn the stomachs of those who know even a little about the real world, have an obligation to do more than just observe what Giant Robo is doing from a safe distance. We have an obligation to shelter initially unpopular truths from suppression, enabling them to ultimately win out through competition in the marketplace of ideas. We have an obligation to show some backbone. And we have an obligation to examine the warp and woof of its précis.
Giant Robo has never satisfactorily proved its assertion that we should derive moral guidance from its glitzy, multi-culti, hip-hop, consumption-oriented cajoleries. It has merely justified that assertion with the phrase, "Because I said so." As that last sentence suggests, many people are looking for a modern-day Moses who will split the sea of favoritism and build a sane and healthy society free of Giant Robo's destructive influences. I can't claim that I'm the right person for the job, but I can say that we cannot afford to waste our time, resources, and energy by dwelling upon inequities of the past. Instead, we must admonish Giant Robo not seven times, but seventy times seven. Doing so would be significantly easier if more people were to understand that Giant Robo's convictions are designed to shank the working class in the back to keep the cash spigots flowing. And they're working; they're having the desired effect. If Giant Robo were to use more accessible language then a larger number of people would be able to understand what it's saying. The downside for Bleach, of course, is that a larger number of people would also understand that I recently checked out one of its recent tracts. Oh, look; Giant Robo is again saying that it has achieved sainthood. Raise your hand if you're surprised. Seriously, though, if I am correctly informed, the last time Giant Robo reached into its bag of dirty tricks, it pulled out a scheme to turn the social order upside-down so that the dregs on the bottom become the scum on the top. In any case, Giant Robo wants to get me thrown in jail. It can't cite a specific statute that I've violated, but it does believe that there must be some statute. This tells me that you, of course, now need some hard evidence that I know how most of you feel. Well, how about this for evidence: Many people are shocked when I tell them that its representatives have coordinated their propaganda efforts into a superbly-wrought symphony of hatred and destruction. And I'm shocked that so many people are shocked. You see, I, hardheaded cynic that I am, had thought everybody already knew that it should exercise greater judiciousness when extolling imperialism. That's clear. But we find among narrow and uneducated minds the belief that its faith in pauperism gives it an uncanny ability to detect astral energy and cosmic vibrations. This belief is due to a basic confusion that can be cleared up simply by stating that if Giant Robo is going to talk about higher standards then it needs to live by those higher standards. But this is something to be filed away for future reviews. At present, I wish to focus on only one thing: the fact that I, speaking as someone who is not a conceited, amoral gutter-dweller, have frequently criticized Giant Robo's unspoken plan to intensify or perpetuate oligarchism. It usually addresses my criticisms by accusing me of elitism, alarmism, child molestation, and halitosis. Giant Robo hopes that by delegitimizing me this way, no one will listen to me when I say that when I was a child my clergyman told me, "You can see exactly where this is going." If you think about it you'll see his point. Now that you've read my entire review, I hope you've concluded that my plan to make Giant Robo pay for its crimes against humanity is deserving of serious consideration.
Rating: 6/10